The Debt

She had made that shot a million times, but tonight she had lost the pool game. Scratched on the eight ball. This was no ordinary game, no money or trophy was involved, instead the winner named the prize. Her opponent never said a word as the cue ball rolled into the pocket with the eight ball, he simply wrote an address on a slip of paper and told her to be there at midnight.
She was nervous and excited as she rang the doorbell. She had almost thought about not coming, but she never reneged on a bet, besides she was curious as to what she owed him.
He opens the door, invites her in and greets her with a kiss on her cheek. He offers her a drink. She downs the brandy in one swift swallow trying to calm her nerves.

He laughs as he takes her hand and leads her down the dimly lit hall. They enter a room, the light from several candles dance on the wall, the scent of jasmine wraps around them. He leads her to the center of the room where an old mirror has been cleaned and above her head, hang two leather strips. He comes up behind her while they stand in front of the mirror, she jumps as he kisses the back of her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. He slowly removes her dress, kissing her shoulders, her arms, as he lets it fall to the floor. Looking in her eyes in the mirror, he caresses her breasts, her stomach and slowly backs up. She can feel him pressing against her as he traces her nipples with his fingertips.

He takes her arms and lifts them over her head, tying her wrists with the leather strips, he slides his hand across her stomach as he whispers everything he wants to do to her.
Standing behind her, he presses his dick against her ass, his hips moving slowly. His hands slide down her stomach to her pussy as he tells her to keep her eyes open and watch what he’s doing to her in the mirror.

He holds her pussy lips apart as he grinds his dick against her ass, he doesn’t touch her just holds the lips apart as he talks to her. She moans and tells him to touch her, but he removes his fingers and kisses her back as he walks away.

Her body tenses as she wonders and anticipates what’s next. She hears the slow hum of a vibrator as he comes up behind her. She watches in the mirror as he slides the toy over her chest, between her breasts. He moves the toy across her nipples slowly, the vibrations making her nipples even harder. He slides the toy across her stomach and down her thighs, she watches as he slides the toy over her pussy. He tells her to keep her legs closed as he gently pushes the toy between her thighs and slowly moves it back and forth over her wet pussy lips. He kisses her back, the tip of his tongue making tiny circles as he licks.

He looks in the mirror and tells her to spread her legs as he teases her clit with just the head of the toy. She wraps her hands tightly around the leather strips as her body reacts to his touch. He slides the head of the toy inside her pussy, and holds it there. Her pussy grips it trying to take it in deeper. He whispers to her to keep her eyes open as he slowly slides the toy inside her. She moans loudly as her body tenses, her pussy contracting around the toy as she cums. He slowly moves the toy in and out of her dripping pussy as he makes her watch. Wave after wave shoots through her as she grips the leather strips. She feels his cock press against her ass as he bends her over slightly. The toy sliding in and out of her pussy. He pushes the toy deep inside her pussy and holds her ass cheeks apart. He slowly licks the inside of each cheek, his tongue wet and warm against her skin as he slowly tongues her ass. She screams as the vibrations from the toy and his tongue in her ass makes her cum again. He stands up, removes the toy and slides his dick in her hot, dripping pussy. He fingers her clit as he fucks her hard and fast. His dick pounding deep inside her as he watches her breasts jiggle in the mirror. He grabs her thighs and thrusts hard, as he shoots his cum deep inside her. Her pussy sucks his dick, getting every drop.
He smiles at her in the mirror, as he unties her wrists. He helps her get dressed and leads her to the door. He presses a piece of paper in her hand as she leaves the house. Outside on the step she opens it, it reads....*Paid in full*

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